Cast Away

'' Speed thrills and kills '' - reads out loud and in big bold words to every speeding motorist on the Pune - Mumbai expressway..In my case it got me stranded and helpless in the middle of nowhere..There I was thinking about my friend Hank and what his helpless self must have done while he was cast away on a remote island..
Jet Skiing -
Wow ! Lets do it.. That's exactly what i first said when my friend Mr Nomani mentioned it to me..Its a superb adrelanine pumping// full on adventure sport thingy..and off we went to Mamzar ( Behind Taawun mall as the instruction mentioned on the card ) .. The shack owner Mr Anwar finally let us have the t(h)rill of our lives after cut throat negi on d price , since it was a friday..200 dhs for 1 hr was fixed after taking the legend -  ''thakur saabs'' bataka as a security deposit. Now that 1 hr of thrill had to be split 50/50 between me and safi as anwar was going to give us only one watermachine..since it was my first time - i decided to go first..basic start n stop instructions and off i went..it was me ..d jetti and the water..we connected from the moment i got on to the thingy..and after sometime it was like we were one..i was finally having the thrill of my life..once i was well averse of my gear i decided to rev up  my tempo and get some more excitement..all was going well until...the all ''gone in water'' thing finally happened..it was a splitsy of a sec..it was more like a bollywood movie - hero jumps off  jet ski to save his heroine and fight the goons..except there were no goons, no ladylove and the only hero in d mov was the 'first timer'..
If there are two people i would like to thank ( actually three people ) it would be allah ,  my mom and the lifeguard who threw me in the pool and teached me how to kick and splash until i learnt what they called ''swimming''- to save my life..
Icing on the cake  - my life jacket came off and there was not a single soul in the vicinity to come to my rescue..not a single soul to even record my fullon murugan style jump of the jetti..somehow i managed to get back to the jetti which was at quite a distance after scaling the towering waves..finally i reached the jetti , but getting on the damn thing was like getting on the back of an elephant..it took me all my strength to pull my body out of the water and on to the jetti..uff what a relief..wait -- -  the nightmare was far from over..
so how do u get this thing started - everything has a key, and so did the jetti , only thing was the key to start the engine was somewhere at the bottom of the ocean..yup - now what ?
i did what we indians are experts at doing - wait..wait for somebody to come arnd and help me..after abt 15 mins guess who came to my rescue - my kings knight in shining armour ( the Dubai Police patrol vehicle )..
im going jet skiing next week again..this time not alone..